“Because, according to my calculations, if the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads.” “That sounds astonishingly specific,” I said. “I know. But it is science. And it is much more probable that the Universe will end.” “I thought it would be,” I said. “You look so sad,” Professor Steg told me. “I am! It’s the milk. My children are breakfastless –“ (p.74-75, UK)